stranger things minis

one: billy hargrove

contains: smut, amab reader, vers billy, vers reader, frotting, dry humping, mentioned voyeurism

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"t-there are people right outside,"

you whisper, your deep voice still a surprise to Billy. the latter only hums, continuing his antics on your neck, coaxing soft noises from your throat.

the classroom you guys were in was dark and empty to herd everyone out for lunch. you silently thanked whatever higher power was in the sky for the curtains on the windows, because you were pretty sure that your asses would be worse than dead if there weren't.

calloused hands kept a firm grip on your hips, not so tight to hurt but tight enough to keep you still, or maneuver you in ways Billy wanted.

and right now, Billy wanted you flush against his own body.

you have to hold back a startled yelp when Billy presses your semi-hard dicks together, just through the thick denim of your jeans, the fabric enough to add some kind of rough texture to the stimulation. you bite your lip and sigh, holding onto Billy's shirt for dear life, wanting nothing more than to grind your hips against his freely. but with the vice grip on your waist, you had no other choice but to withstand the attack on your neck and roam your hands up and down Billy's torso.

"just means you'll have to be quiet for me, huh?" he taunts, voice raspy with lust and humor. you can feel his lips mouth the words against your neck and you shiver, your dick lazily filling out and beginning to really strain against the denim material.

the slow, rhythmic thrusts against you have you both panting, trying your best to keep the noises at bay. Billy had let go of your body at that point, instead opting to thread his hands through your hair and tug gently. the blonde allows a breathy sigh to leave his lips as you smooth your thumbs over his nipples through his shirt, staring into his eyes possessively.

your lift a leg up, Billy holding it against his hip almost instantly as if it's muscle memory and your lips connect, still humping against each other with vigor and adoration. your cock is throbbing and you're sure you'd need a change of boxers after Billy is done with you. but for now, you moan softly against the others lips, wrapping your arms around his neck.

Billy takes the reigns and bites on your bottom lip, grinning into the kiss, his light facial hair prickling against your softer face.

you pull away, lips shiny with spit. "mmh- n-not a good idea to- to walk around with cum in our pants, Billy," you whisper, broken and desperate, but yet still hastily moving against his boyfriend's erection, still seeking out that orgasm he had silently promised you the moment you started kissing.

"d'you really wanna stop right now? want us both to walk out in front of everyone with a boner like you're not enjoying this?" Billy growls, voice low and heavy. you only huff and gasp, hips stuttering against his, and Billy smirks, realization painting face.

"of course you'd like that," he mutters, biting his bottom lip. "you'd want everyone in this god damned school to know you're mine, huh?"

you gulp, small tears of pleasure pricking at the corners of your eyes. your dick is dangerously close to bursting, and you have to hold back with every ounce of your power to not cum on the spot. "fuck- want them to know I-I own you, B,"

Billy's eyes widen at your words and it's his turn for his thrusts to stutter, and suddenly his grin grows wider. he captures you in another kiss, this one full of love and spit and sultry moans and gasps.

Billy cums first, surprisingly, panting heavily against your mouth as he continues rubbing his spent dick against yours. the slight overstimulation is uncomfortable on his spent cock before you cum right after, arching your back to shape against him.

you pull apart from the kiss, pressing your foreheads together, basking in the afterglow of your orgasms for a second before quickly remembering that you two basically fucked in a school classroom while everyone else was out eating.

"shit- how much time we got left?" Billy asks hurriedly, still out of breath, hairs sticking to his forehead caked with sweat, not too dissimilar to you. looking up at the clock, you realize that you'd been going at it for ten minutes.

lunch is over in five.

you stare with wide eyes, brain still dazed from your heavy-duty "make out session." your stomach growls. you look at your stomach and Billy looks at you.

"did you not eat this morning?!" he whisper-yells. you shake your head, a guilty smile on your face.

"i-i was in a hurry!" you try saving yourself. Billy huffs, annoyed, taking your hand and dragging you to the door. "we're skipping class to get you some fuckin' food- and we're finishing what we started here, alright?"

you grin happily and wrap your arms around him, humming contently and only letting go once he hugged back, which didn't take even a second of hesitation.

"c'mon, let's go."